Multi-Love by Unknown Mortal Orchestra
deposing the powers
of hate and isolation;
in bonds of mutual care:
may our relatedness be reborn
in justice, mercy and peace;
Luminous Great Mass
by Peter O’Leary
cave Louis Sullivan, Arch-
itect, lord master,
in the hollow of power.
I am his balloonist
balancing an azimuth
as earth-apse I
orbit, robed in
hot gas & leather
fastened by a yolk-stalk
of gravity to gold-
end onions nozzling heavens
whose suns are stomachs
with churches in their navels.
Each we are priests
as aeronauts at the vestibules,
& enter the cavity:
space, self, organ; celest-
stars sailors name saints
their egress is bitter
weeping, their praise pure
my inner orrery.
by Tomaž Šalamun
translated by Brian Henry
Now the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus told them to go. At the sight of the risen Christ, they fell down in homage, though some doubted what they were seeing. Jesus came near and spoke to them, “I’ve been given all authority in heaven and on earth. Therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of Abba God, and of the Only Begotten, and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to carry out everything that I’ve commanded you. Look, I myself will be with you every day until the end of this present age.”
Requiem for My Mother by The Durutti Column
by FD Maurice, adapted
Most blessed and glorious Trinity,
help us to see all distinctions more clearly
in the light of your everlasting love.
Help us to recognize the truth of every effort
to express something of that which passes knowledge.
So may your holy name
embrace us more and more.
So may all creatures in heaven and on earth and under the earth
glorify you throughout all ages.
The Lord’s Prayer
which art the earth,
Nurturing are thy ways.
Thy web of life be woven
Thy way be found within,
As it is all around.
Thank you this day for our daily bread and sweat
And forgive us our misuse of you,
As we forgive others their misuse of us.
And lead us not into exploitation,
But deliver us
From lording it over you,
And over each other,
And over all our other fellow creatures.
For thine are the waters of life,
The hills, valleys and plains of home,
The breeding, seeding, feeding ground,
For now, and for as close to forever
As we will ever come. Ah, woman!
You are a Runner and I am my Father’s Son by Wolf Parade
The compassing of God be upon us,
the compassing of the God of life.
The compassing of Christ be upon us,
the compassing of the Christ of love.
The compassing of the Spirit be upon us,
the compassing of the Spirit of grace.
The compassing of the Sacred be upon us,
the compassing of the Sacred protect us,
the compassing of the Sacred preserve us.
And may the blessing of God – the Grace, the Love, and the Life,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.